The sky is painted with clouds in different layers of the atmosphere. I remember my eleventh grade geography lesson about clouds like it was yesterday. I like to revel in old experiences now that my short term memory is next to nonexistent. Seagulls are flying low and diving onto a pile of French fries someone dropped in the parking lot. Mr. Tight-Pants-Tight-Shirt is entertaining two girls in minuscule bikinis pierced and tattooed in just the right places. The girls swim around and enjoy warm turquoise pool water, carefree and happy. Just like me, thirty five to forty percent of population is unable to remove heavy metals from their system. Yet there are all these people covering themselves with tattoos, injecting toxins into their bodies, and willingly paying an arm and a leg for a lifetime of heavy metal misery. Why?
"Listening to you makes me want to start drinking!" my friend texts after I tell her about the results of my latest blood test. I inform her that people who have intestinal yeast infection produce enough alcohol in their blood to get an OUI if pulled over. She is in disbelief. So was I when I first heard that. I am completely alcohol intolerant and cannot handle even a half a glass of wine. I will never drink wine regardless. Most of it has high mold content and there are people who actually got toxic mold exposure from wine. Something I need like I need another hole in the head. As far as alcohol, I have drank a total of about one bottle of wine combined in my entire life. I have never smoked or done drugs. Nobody ever believes me except the doctors and nurses who have just seen my lab results. At least now I have it black-on-white. If I did, I think it would have killed me a long time ago.
The latest treatment is pulling toxins out of my brain and my nervous system. Some of my symptoms return as more toxins enter the blood stream. My nightmares are worth Freddy Krueger and my joints ache like no tomorrow. Tuesday is a lab day at Sponaugle and I will find out the results at my next appointment with my nurse. It gets worse before it gets better…
Steam is rising from a pot full of chicken pieces. Another patient went shopping and asked if I needed anything. I gave her money for chicken and now my dinner is cooking on the stove. I am looking around the kitchen generously equipped to help the patients survive months of hotel accommodations. Stove, fridge, freezer, pots and pans, utensils, sharp knives, cutting boards, saran wrap, kitchen towels, oven mitts… I can live with this! Bubbling rice is making tiny craters in a pot right next to the chicken. My stomach needs to settle a little after all the travel and restaurant food. Upset stomach, lungs filled up with mucous, and coughing is the price I pay for eating out every time. I have become extremely allergic to food colorings, preservatives, and additives. My diet consist of no gluten, sugar, yeast, and milk. A feat impossible to manage without a kitchen.
Another family comes in to make their dinner. We strike up a conversation. "He is fifty-six." shares the brother-in-law of the Lyme patient with a rollator whom I guessed to be in his mid-sixties. He tells me that about eight years ago when he started getting first symptoms he was very athletic and weighed 175 lbs, now down to 115. Extremely high level of mold toxins in his body has wreaked an absolute havoc on his health causing his immune system to completely break down and not be able to fight off Lyme disease. Dr. Sponaugle has been working on detoxing him from the mold for six months now. This disease takes whatever it can. My fingers are tingling again as I am typing.
Somehow through all this I feel the hand of God on my life. Somehow there is His presence every day and bad news just passes by without bringing despair. The steps of the righteous are ordered by the Lord. There is someone here whose three year old daughter has developmental delay. Because I worked with disabled children before I was able to give her some ideas about the girl's learning, skills, and behaviors. The mother has been praying for help. I am in the right place.
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